I helped find and gather medicines for older people who couldn’t buy them on their own. I was involved in volunteering at the center for humanitarian aid, I spoke with refugees and gathered very necessary items for them and for soldiers. Now I often volunteer at a place where we prepare energy bars for soldiers – it’s possible to make 1000+ in a day. Numbers like this are motivating, when you think how many people will not be hungry.
I experienced aggression and fear because of this whole situation and understood that the only way to counter stress is to realize your potential, though not in an aggressive way, but still of use to our people. I try to be where hands are really needed, otherwise there’s no reason.
I chat with friends and simply acquaintances, because we all have similar problems, and in this way it’s easier to feel and lift the common spirit and get motivated and energized.
I understand the importance of this question, but I don’t want to answer. I am aggravated that I can’t imagine when the day of victory will finally come. I believe, I hope, and again I believe that this will be as soon as possible, because this will certainly happen, the question is only when? But every day the losses are simply incredible and the brutality horrible. Every day the stress and fear of my relatives. I cannot forgive the people who have invaded our land as long as in my head there’s only the front “now,” no “after.” How many plans I had before the war that haven’t been realized…